9:45 pm / 19.05.04
she's stealing me away.
and dead, dying heart
I cry and blue seas form
I cry and oceans carve from stone.
where are my days of laying in pain
and painting beautiful colors accross my heart
crying was once the color of rain
thunder accross a pale black sky
the hope that slowly pulled away.
where did the feeling go?
the relief of feeling so much sorrow
where are the comforting tears?
A year is a million moments
my sadness endures.
A life is a million "good cry"s long.
and if white and black make gray
why can't i mix my fear and my hate
how do i know how great laughter is
if i can't place it against my woe.
where is my sorrow,
If feeling is surviving.
I'm stuck in shit.